“All 7 & we’ll watch them fall They stand in the way of love & we will smoke them all With an intellect & a savoir-faire No one in the whole universe Will ever compare I am yours now & u are mine & together we’ll love through All space & time, so don’t cry One day all 7 will die”
It’s raining heavily & steadily tonight. It’s quiet in the house other than the water overflowing the balcony gutters & the combustion heater struggling. Damn this rented house.
I haven’t been tired in so long now but I’m not missing sleep as much as I am missing waking up. That snuggly warmth awaking next to my husband, the struggle to wake. Since I don’t sleep & he snores I’m mostly relegated to the couch most nights. So waking up never really happens in an official way, more like a stubborn, sticky eye, yawn wake up from sleep I was aware I wasn’t getting.
Going to make a concerted effort to get sleep in my bed tomorrow night… The mornings are just too good to give up for insomnia & Veronica Mars re-runs.
“I never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. I only wanted to one time see you laughing. I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain. Purple rain, purple rain. Purple rain, purple rain. Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain.”